You have carried so much on your own.
You’ve learned how to be independent
because you had to.
You’ve learned how to hold space for others
because no one knew how to hold it for you.
You’ve become strong, resilient,
capable of standing on your own two feet.
But strength was never the whole story.
Because beneath the strength
there’s a longing.
One you rarely speak aloud.
One you tuck into quiet places
when the world tells you you’re “too much” for wanting it.
You want to be met.
Not fixed.
Not rescued.
Not entertained.
Met.
By a man who sees past your smile
and hears the silence behind your words.
By a man who isn’t afraid of your depth,
your softness,
your wild.
You want to be held, not just touched.
You want to be chosen, not just pursued.
You want to be claimed, not controlled.
You want a man who knows how to lead
but doesn’t need to overpower.
A man who finds joy in your light
and reverence in your shadow.
A man who makes you feel safe
without asking you to be small.
You want presence.
Real presence.
Not someone who looks at you
but someone who sees you.
Not someone who listens
but someone who hears.
Not someone who wants your body
but someone who holds your soul.
You are not asking for too much.
You are asking for what is real.
Because you’ve tasted enough of what isn’t.
The almosts.
The maybes.
The men who liked the idea of you
but never had the courage to stand beside the fullness of who you are.
You’ve been the muse,
the mystery,
the one they remember
but never choose.
And still,
you have not closed.
Your heart,
though scarred,
still beats with hope.
Not for a perfect man,
but for a present one.
Not for a fantasy,
but for a partnership rooted in truth.
You are not waiting.
You are preparing.
You are becoming the kind of woman
who will not settle
for halfway love ever again.
And the man who is meant for you,
he won’t be confused by your power.
He will be drawn to it.
He won’t flinch at your truth.
He will meet you in it.
He won’t ask you to prove your worth.
He will already know.
Because he has done his work, too.
And when you meet him,
your soul will recognize
what your heart has been waiting for.
Not fireworks.
But safety.
But depth.
But peace.
Love will not feel like a war.
It will feel like coming home.
